The German took me out for dinner again last night. This seems to be turning into a regular thing. I assure you it's not, I've decided to cool these jet engines a little - well after last night anyway. Because I'm starting to like him. Not ehalthy for me right now, considering its only been a month since my break up.
Anyhoo, he arrived at my door with a gigantic boquet of roses and lilies. Fucking beautiful, I've never recieved such an amazing bunch of flowers before. Everything from now on will be average. He's set the precedent high and that's slightly worrying for any future conquests I may endevour.
We went to Fino's - a swish little place that I've only ever been to in order to indulge in a cheeky, yet expensive cocktail. It was so much fun.He's no oil painting, but he's actually cute in some strange sort of way. Being a lawyer, he's a great debater, and we discussed the merits and pitfalls of the R8 billion Gautrain to be built in Joburg fairly soon. He is funny, well-mannered and intellectually stimulating.
As a result, I am shitting myself.
He's awesome. I am going to Mozambique, which we've both decided is a fantastic idea so that we can look at this possible-rebound situation objectively. I don't know if he's a rebound. I just know that I'm liking him more and more.
Oh dear. As if my life could get anymore complicated right now.